A large antique closet bound with ropes and talismans lay in the corner in your new home.

It was oddly dark and cold...as if the sunlight couldn't penetrate the gloom which surrounded the house.

There it was again...the feeling of being watched.

Nyx glared through the cracks of the closet, watching your every move, how your fingers rested against the metal handle of the closet, how you shivered slightly at the chill.

His slit mouth curled into a smirk. What a cute little human...how he'd love to feed from you, pressing his mouth to your delicious lips as he devoured your soul.

He held his breath as you started to remove the talismans which sealed his body inside the dark chambers of the closet.

Yes...a bit more...and you'd be his.